As I reported, I was almost in tears

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It's been a tough 48 hours for everyone in Mumbai. And especially for thousands of Mumbaikars like me who unfortunately happened to be on the trains in which mindless, brainwashed terrorists decided to make hapless innocent citizens the target of their most sinister terror campaigns. It is at moments like these when one feels that hatred is not just a six letter word in the dictionary but a reality which can force ordinary men into terror machines. 11 July, 2006, started off as a normal day for me. I was on the morning assignment shift and had reached office at 8 am. Though I have worked on such shifts many times before, but for some strange reason I decided to go home by 5 pm that day. Usually, I leave after 7 pm. But I reached lower parel station and boarded the 6.04 pm slow local to borivali....